IN OR OUT

‘Oh no,’ she said. ‘There’s so many to choose from and I’ve never had a cake from here, I walk past everyday and see them and I’ve thought, “Hmm, yum,” but never come in and bought one but I saw the offer and had to come in I couldn’t resist it. Is it still on?’
‘Which one?’ said the man’d been listening from behind the counter.
‘The two-ninety for a regular coffee and any cake,’ she said.
The offer stood.
I was waiting as my coffee was made. ‘Triple shot?’ she’d said when I’d said, ‘Black coffee to take away, thanks.’ I hadn’t planned a triple but seeing she asked showing she remembered which made me noticed and feel warm, said, ‘Yes.’
‘Tell me what they all are?’ she said and peered round the front of the display case giving me a clear view of her profile reminded me of H.
Well,’ he said, and starting from the middle shelf and at the end furthest from the door, pointing at each one in turn.
‘There’s coffee and cream; chocolate…’
- like the woman, I’d admired the cakes in Café Excellence and now was enjoying the tour by proxy -
‘…double chocolate; caramel…’ down to the bottom shelf…
…then…
‘What’s that one?’ she said pointing to the top shelf.
‘That’s an almond tart,’ he said.
She asked for a couple of reminders.
‘You’re making so difficult,’ she said. ‘They all look so good…what about the coffee, what can I have?’
- respite -
‘Any regular,’ he said. ‘Black. With milk. Cappuccino. In or out.'
‘Oo,’ she said. ‘I’ll have a cappuccino and the cake I'll have, er…a double chocolate.’
'In or out?'